does this hanging lamp go, Laura?"

Laura, having unpacked all the cut-glass ornaments, came
down-stairs, and she and Landry set about hanging the parlour
curtains.

Landry fixed the tops of the window mouldings with a piercing eye,
his arms folded.

"I see, I see," he answered to Laura's explanations. "I see. Now
where's a screw-driver, and a step-ladder? Yes, and I'll have to
have some brass nails, and your hired man must let me have that
hammer again."

He sent the cook after the screw-driver, called the hired man from
the furnace, shouted upstairs to Page to ask for the whereabouts of
the brass nails, and delegated Laura to steady the step-ladder.

"Now, Landry," directed Laura, "those rods want to be about three
inches from the top."

"Well," he said, climbing up, "I'll mark the place with the screw
and you tell me if it is right."

She stepped back, her head to one side.

"No; higher, Landry. There, that's about it--or a _little_
lower--so. That's just right. Come down now and help me put the
hooks in."